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So there I am. I have a dead hooker laying in a pile of broken glass, a huge boner, and a scalpel. Me and the cop are just kind of looking at eachother, you know that out of the side of your eye look, like we dont quite know how to explain our presence but we need to...
anyways, long story short, I have 10,000 dollars and I don't have to pay taxes.
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